Everyday, I Have To Remind Myself That Tony Parker, Is In Fact Not The Son Of Peter Parker That He Named

Everyday, I have to remind myself that Tony Parker, is in fact not the son of Peter Parker that he named to honour our dearest irondad.

Which just adds to my depression.

Sunset Lovers || Peter Parker (Soulmate AU)

summary ↠ you’ve never met your soulmate, but you know his handwriting like the back of your hand—literally. every word your soulmate writes on his skin appears on yours, and vice versa. you’re desperate to meet him, but until the universe decides to introduce you, you’re stuck with scribbled smiley faces and chemistry formulae. ↠ college!soulmate au; gn!reader. warnings ↠ near-death experience (almost traffic collision; no injuries sustained), minor angst. this is very very fluffy on the whole, though. very soft :’) angst w a happy ending, if you will… word count ↠ 6k. a/n ↠ I feel emotional distress for 0.2 seconds and fall back to my 16 year old coping mechanism of fluffy peter parker fic ,,,, :D kinda very happy with how this turned out tbh. I hope you like it :) ++ I don’t like how a lot of soulmate aus are reliant on heteronormative structures and ideals, so I tried really hard to construct this universe in a way that would appeal to any type of person and any form of relationship that might fall under the category of a ‘soulmate’! it’s all world building stuff, but I guess if you’re wondering why I made it more fluid than my previous attempts at this au, that’s why! love is fluid and flexible and I think it’s important to reflect that in fiction!!

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Thinking about…

Husband!Shoto who feeds your big fat obese cat treats for the third time that afternoon and you have to lecture him that the cat is going to die because he keeps feeding it too much again

Husband!Shoto who kisses your wedding ring when he’s at work before keeping it locked in a drawer so that he won’t scratch or burn it while on the job

Husband!Shoto who doesn’t shy away when you admire his scars like he used to and his chest warms up when you kiss all of them and say they are so goddamn cool

Husband!Shoto who fucks your cunt and cum inside of you for the second time and his cock is starting to get a lil sensitive but he doesn’t stop until he sees you sobbing about being overstimulated and belly budging a little from so much of his semen. And it all happened because you saw a baby at the park and told him the two of your baby is going to be so cute

Husband!Shoto who cries a little when he holds your newborn for the first time, feeling her soft skin under his finger as he tells you he’ll die for the two of you any day

Husband!Shoto who asks you whether he looks fabulous after your daughter put your makeup on his face and you’re telling him he’s gorgeous while yelling at your kid to stop playing with your things

Husband!Shoto who tells your child that he’s just massaging mommy’s thighs when she walked in on you two doing the act while you’re slapping your hands over your mouth to not let out any sound when he rolls his hips a little

My king (18+)

King Caspian x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, friends AND lovers?, library sex, wall sex, fluff and smut, courtier!Reader, King Caspian

(Happy hump day! Have some library smut! ❤️)

“I thought I might find you in here.”

You gasped and spun around in surprise at the sound of King Caspian’s voice behind you, the book in your hand falling to the floor with a clatter. The palace library had been silent, besides your occasional murmured readings and the swish of turning pages.

“Where else would I be?” you asked lightly, retrieving your book and placing it back on the shelf. “At the training grounds?”

“No,” Caspian chuckled, stepping forward, “I suppose I know better than to assume you’d be anywhere but here.”

“Well, you do know me well enough. “How can I help you, my king?”

You smirked as your friend and king scrunched his nose at you. Caspian had only been king for a few months, and although he’d made great progress in his role and his personal standing with the court, the mantle still felt awkward on his shoulders.

Personally, you thought that king was a rather handsome look on him.

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” he groaned.

“But I can think of a handful of occasions where I think you rather liked it,” you sassed, and you watched Caspian’s eyes darken.

Sometimes when either of you snuck into the other’s chambers in the night, it was for stress relief. Other times, it was simply to scratch an itch you couldn’t reach with your own fingers, your bodies demanding the heat of another.

You liked to think there was some degree of affection beneath it all, your trysts usually ending in soft touches or breathless laughter. Even when he growled as you cried out for your king, he always pressed soft kisses to your swollen lips in the afterglow.

“Are you saying this is such an occasion?” Caspian asked, his voice deep as he took a stalking step forward. Your cheeks immediately reddened.

“Caspian, we can’t,” you protested weakly, “someone might come in.”

“Or someone might not?” he countered smoothly, waiting to slot his lips over yours once your back was flush to the cool brick wall of the royal library.

You hummed into the kiss, sinking into the feel of him, letting your fingers curl into his hair and pulling him closer as he hiked up your skirt and hooked you leg over his hip. Goosebumps littered your skin as Caspian’s broad, calloused hands slid up the outside of your thigh, his grip strong as he held you in place.

“Also, you forget I’m king,” he murmured against your lips, his stubble scratching at your warming skin. ”My guards won’t let anyone through that door.”

Caspian’s words sent a shiver down your spine that pooled in your core. As he tugged at the strings to your undergarments, you slid a hand between you and unlaced the front of his trousers. Caspian groaned against your lips as your hand wiggled beneath the garment and cupped his bulge.

“Someone’s eager,” you teased, and Caspian just chuckled in response. The chuckle quickly cut off with a choke as you tightened your hand around his erection, the warm weight of it in your hand as you stroked it making your core clench around nothing.

“You’re playing with me,” he murmured, his kisses drifting along your jaw and down the length of your neck. Your head fell back against the wall as his strong fingers slid beneath your undergarments and between your slick folds, playfully circling your clit with a teasing lack of pressure.

“Says you,” you breathed, you hips moving against his fingers with a mind of their own.

Caspian grinned against your skin as he sped up his fingers, and you quickly felt yourself craving and chasing that familiar release in your core, the pressure growing quickly. Caspian swallowed your whines and gasps as his ministrations brought you to the edge, your hands tightening around his cock and in his hair as you shuddered against him.

He wasn’t a selfish lover, you’d learnt. Caspian would give you relief two, sometimes three times before he let you help him with his, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watched pleasure glaze over your eyes.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, and you found yourself blushing beneath his gaze, despite his thick, skilled fingers stroking your inner walls, preparing you for his length. “You’re so warm around me,” Caspian mused, attaching his lips to your neck again and sucking rosy marks into the sensitive flesh that would fade quicker than you both liked. “So welcoming for me, as always.”

“My king,” you whined, bucking your hips against his hand pointedly while freeing his cock entirely from his trousers. “We can take our time later.”

“Is that a promise?” Caspian grinned, an excited glint in his dark eyes. He slid his fingers from your heat to replace your hand with his own and lining his cock up with your slick core, pushing your undergarments to the side. He paused, waiting for you to promise before he gave in to your heat.

“Absolutely,” you breathed, sucking briefly on your swollen bottom lip. “Come to me tonight, my king.”

Caspian surged forward to capture your lips eagerly as he slid his cock into your core, morning against your lips as your walls welcomed him. He set a fast pace, eager and hungry, sliding out almost entirely on each stroke before punching forward, the base of his cock grinding against your clit deliciously. With every stroke, the fingers on your hip dug into your flesh deeper, and you couldn’t wait to inspect the inevitable bruises later in your chambers. Your fingers wound deeper into Caspian’s soft locks, feeling the push-pull of your kisses as you moved together perfectly. The slide of his tongue against yours, the weight of him pushing your warm body into the cold wall, the drag of his cock against your inner walls made your head swim as you felt that familiar pressure in your core return.

“C-Caspian, please,” you whined breathlessly between kisses, “I need t-“

“Let me feel you,” he commanded, his voice rougher than usual, your hand immediately slipping between you to rub at your clit. “I want to feel you fall apart around me. I need to feel you, my lady.”

You smashed your lips against Caspian’s at the honorific, furiously chasing your release as he forced wave after wave of pleasure through your body. It came quickly, and you sobbed his name into the silence of the library as your core clamped down around him, your orgasm racing through your body as you bucked your hips to take Caspian deeper.

“Incredible, my lady. You always feel incredible around me,” Caspian praised, dropping lazy, luxurious kisses on your lips as he slowed his hips, letting you return to your senses.

“C’mon, Caspian,” you murmured, tilting your head up to brush your lips against the corner of his lax lips. You crept a hand beneath the hem of his untucked shirt, your nails scratching at the trail of dark hair that led to his cock, feeling the muscle jump beneath your touch. “Finish in me.”

Your king fisted your hair and pulled you in for a rough kiss, speeding up his thrusts and pounding into your sensitive core a handful of times more before falling apart, and you swallowed Caspian’s shaky groan as he emptied himself inside you, his hips stilling. A satisfied shudder ran the length of your spine as you felt him flex and stiffen inside you, filling you, and you giggled as you clenched around him, milking him for all he had.

“Tease,” he growled, giving his hips an experimental jerk, and you dug your nails into his skin in retaliation for the sharp sting of pleasure that made your sensitive core twitch.

“My king,” you breathed, and you grinned in victory as Caspian buried his face in your neck in defeat with a groan. You carded your fingers through his long locks as you felt his weight relax into you, his cock in your core softening. You consoled yourself with knowing it wouldn’t be long before you felt him again. “This was new,” you mused into the quiet, Caspian simply humming in agreement. “Did you come to find me because you wanted this or because you needed me?”

“I always need you,” Caspian murmured into your skin, pressing a soft kiss just below your ear, and you rolled your eyes fondly.

“You know what I mean.”

Caspian’s chest rumbled against yours as he laughed. “I did need you for something,” he admitted, and you held back your whine at the sudden emptiness in your core as he slid free and righted himself, “but I’m afraid I can’t quite remember what it was now.”

“Pity,” you smirked, refixing your undergarments and dropping your skirts. Your eyes briefly fluttered shut at the feel of his release in your core, a drop escaping and slowly making its way down your inner thigh.

“I’m sure I’ll remember it eventually. I’ll send word once I do.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

You melted into Caspian’s touch as he cupped your cheek and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

“Until tonight, my lady.”

“Until tonight, my king,” you replied, dipping your head in a brief curtsy, smirking at the dark look in his eye.

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I'm supposed to be sleeping. Even though you didn't ask you're welcome lovely